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SONGS  FOR  OUR  DARLINGS 

Edited  by  UNCLE  WILLIS 
Paper   30   cents.  Boards    50   cents. 


Mrs.partingtonX 


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CONTAINING 

ALL  THE  ORIGINAL  RHYMES  OE  MOTHER  GOOSE,  BESIDES  MANY  OTHERS  OF 

A   SIMILAR  CHARACTER:    AND  FULL  DIRECTIONS  FOR 

COSTUMES  AND   ACTING  SOME  OF  THE 

PRINCIPAL  PIECES. 


A  CHOICE  SELECTION  OF  MUSIC, 


ESPECIALLY    ADAPTED    TO    THE    RHYMES. 


Edited    by    UNCLE     WILLIS, 

UNIFORM  WITH   "  SONGS   FOE   OUR  DARLINGS." 


BOSTON"  1889 
LEE    AND    SHEPARD    Publishers 

10  MILK  STREET  NEXT  "  THE  OLD  SOUTH  MEETING-HOUSE  " 

NEW  YORK  CHARLES  T.  DILLINGHAM 

718  AND  720  BROADWAY 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1874,  by 

S.   W.  TILiTON  &  CO., 

In  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington,  D.  C. 


1>  STREET.  V    BOSTGH,  IVlxsS. 


PREFACE 

TO 

MRS.  PARTINGTON'S   EDITION   OF  "MOTHER   GOOSE. 


Mj^J?HE  little  songs  by  "  Mother  Goose  "  have  been  the  delight 
Y1L     of  the  nursery  for  nearly  two  hundred  years,  and  have  lost 
none  of  their  original  attractiveness.     Children  of  the  rich 
and  poor  have  listened  to  them,  and  learned  them,  without  doubt- 
ing the  identity  of  Mother  Goose,  or  the  truth  of  her  wonderful 
ditties.     "  Little  Jack  Horner,"  "  Jack  and  Jill,"  and  the  "  Cow 
that  jumped  over  the  Moon,"  were  verities  in  the  nursery,  not  to 
be  questioned  by  the  young  listeners,  who,  with  open  eyes  and 
ears,  heard  them  chanted  by  loving  lips.    Some  over-wise  people 
have  tried  to  place  the  dame  among  the  myths,  but  Mother  Goose 
was  a  person,  and,  more  than  that,  a  person  of  Boston,  of  wealth, 
and   respectability,   and  warm   affection,  and    sung   the    songs, 
~    or  most  of  them  imputed  to  her,  to  amuse  her  own  little  grand- 
-*0     child,  in    whom    she    much    delighted.     Her    eldest    daughter, 
.      Elizabeth  Goose,  the  mother  of  this  grandchild,  was  married,  in 
<£>    1715,  by  the  great  Dr.  Cotton  Mather,  to  Thomas  Fleet,  a  printer, 
^O  and  when  the  grandchild  came  upon  the   stage,  the  venerable 


PRE  FA  CE. 


Mrs.  Goose,  in  her  position  of  grandmother,  grew  melodious,  and 
sang  to  her  pet  all  the  little  ditties  which  she  had  learned  when 
a  child  herself,  being  the  very  ones  composing  this  book.  Thomas 
Fleet  was  much  disturbed  by  her  singing,  as  he  was  a  studious 
person,  and  desired  quiet ;  but  all  his  remonstrances  were  in  vain, 
and  his  ridicule  was  equally  futile.  The  baby  must  be  sung  to  ; 
and  so  she  went  up  and  down  the  house  singing  her  songs  to  the 
little  one.  Thomas,  being  a  shrewd  man,  at  last  thought  he  might 
make  a  little  fun,  and  perhaps  some  money,  out  of  the  songs,  be- 
sides indulging  in  a  little  malicious  feeling  against  his  mother-in- 
law,  by  publishing  her  nonsensical  rhymes,  as  he  regarded  them ; 
and  therefore  he  gathered  them  together  in  a  small  pamphlet, 
and  issued  them  with  the  following  title  :  "  Songs  for  the  Nursery ; 
or,  Mother  Goose's  Melodies  for  Children.  Printed  by  T.  Fleet, 
at  his  Printing  House,  Pudding  Lane.  1719.  Price  two  coppers." 
And  thus  were  these  remarkable  melodies  first  made  public. 
The  title,  "  Mother  Goose,"  given  them  for  the  malicious  purpose 
named,  proved  the  grand  element  of  popularity  for  the  songs, 
which  he  never  dreamed  they  were  to  attain.  The  name  is  asso- 
ciated with  the  earliest  memories  of  every  one's  childhood,  the 
term  Mother  giving  a  sort  of  sacredness  to  the  songs  she  sings. 
Think  of  the  tender  regard  with  which  the  old  lady  has  been 
cherished  during  so  many  generations  !  and  the  name  of  Thomas 
Fleet  would  have  been  scarcely  known  to-day  but  for  its  being 
coupled  with  hers  on  the  title-page  of  the  book  designed  to  ridi- 
cule her.  Even  "  Pudding  Lane  "  is  forgotten,  except  on  the 
old  maps.  Probably  some  of  the  songs  were  of  her  own  compo- 
sition, and  we  can  fancy  how  proudly  she  must  have  felt  when 

i 


PRE  FA  CE. 

she  had  achieved  some  new  lyric,  and  sang  it  to  her  one  auditor, 
—  the  representative  of  unborn  millions,  —  while  Thomas  Fleet 
sat  with  his  fingers  in  his  ears,  or  scolded  and  fumed  in  his  study, 
at  the  ridiculous  songs  she  sung.  Yet  these  ridiculous  songs 
have  been  published  in  all  the  civilized  languages  of  the  world, 
and  genius  has  lately  given  them  grander  meanings,  and  drawn 
from  them  morals  which  even  older  and  wiser  heads  than  those 
for  which  they  were  designed  may  profit  by.  Hundreds  of 
editions  have  been  published  in  our  own  country,  — ■  it  would  be 
matter  of  interest  to  know  how  many,  ■ —  and  most  of  them  have 
been  illustrated  by  pictures  of  a  grotesque  character,  though 
worthy  of  better.  In  this  edition  the  publishers  have  paid  re- 
spect to  Art,  and  have  studied  to  make  the  pictures  in  accord- 
ance with  the  text,  rendering  "  Mother  Goose "  pictorially 
attractive  for  her  little  readers,  besides  serving  to  awaken  in 
them  a  taste  for  art.  And  thus  the  venerable  dame  appears  in  a 
new  garb,  the  old  spirit  remaining,  and  moves  on  to  new  fields 
and  new  triumphs. 

All  of  the  original  Mother  Goose  rhymes  are  in  this  collection, 
besides  many  others  of  a  similar  character  ;  and  in  making  this 
selection  we  have  found  material  from  which  we  shall,  at  no 
distant  day,  make  a  volume  of  Mother  Goose's  stories. 


yu^>  ^^j^i/mX'-v. 


AUTHENTICITY  OF  MOTHER  GOOSE. 


!>E  sent  the  advanced  sheets  of  "  Mother  Goose  "  to  the 
venerable  Mrs.  Partington,  requesting  her  sagacious 
opinion  regarding  the  book.  After  reading,  she  handed 
them  to  Isaac  for  his  examination,  while  she  pursued  her  domes- 
tic avocation.  He  turned  over  the  leaves  carefully  and  looked 
at  the  pictures,  reading  the  luminous  text,  aloud,  with  manifest 
delight. 

"  Was  there  ever  such  a  woman  as  Mother  Goose  ?  "  he  asked, 
at  length. 

Mrs.  P.  looked  at  him  over  her  spectacles,  the  consciousness  of 
wisdom  beaming  from  her  eyes,  while  she"  hovered  over  the  big 

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AUTHENTICITY  OF  MOTHER    GOOSE. 

earthen  pan  containing  her  sponge  of  bread,  which  she  stirred 
with  a  spoon,  as  if  revolving  an  answer  that  was  somewhere  in  the 
bread.  She  not  being  naturally  a  revolver,  the  process  of  educ- 
tion was  slow  with  her. 

"  Such  a  woman  !  "  said  she,  when  her  mind  had  perfectly  mas- 
tered the  situation  ;  "  of  course  there  was  such  a  woman,  or  how 
could  this  book  be  here,  with  all  its  songs  and  pictures  contagious  ? 
There  is  no  more  doubt  of  her  indemtity  than  there  is  of  mine,  and 
people  have  followed  her  perigree  back  to  the  original  gosling." 

"  But  did  she  write  the  songs  ?  "  asked  Ike,  scanning  the  "  little 
man  "  with  the  "  little  gun,"  and  wishing  he  had  one. 

"  Perhaps  she  did,  and  perhaps  she  didn't ;  full  as  much  one  as 
t'other  ;  but  if  she  did  or  didn't  write  them,  she  sung  them,  which 
is  all  we  care  about,  and  they  have  come  down  to  posteritory  for 
us  to  believe  or  not  —  as  some  do  and  some  don't,  —  but  the  book 
is  hers  to  all  intents  and  porpoises,  just  as  she  wabbled  them  to 
her  grandchildren." 

"  How  did  they  print  'em  if  they  were  not  written  ?  "  -the 
young  critic  still  queried. 

This  was  rather  a  poser ;  but  what  barrier  could  stand  before 
the  acumen  of  Mrs.  Partington  ?     She  said,  — 

"  A  funnygraphic  colporter  took  them  down  short-handed." 

As  she  said  this  she  gave  a  stab  with  the  spoon  into  the 
sponge,  as  though  she  were  exterminating  doubt,  and  Ike  doubted 
and  queried  no  more.  A  smiling  triumph  rested  on  the  serene 
brow  of  Mrs.  P.,  and  she  returned  the  sheets  to  the  publishers, 
with  her  full  approval,  and  the  permission  to  use  her  name  as 
sponsor  for  the  book. 


]\JO¥S^    ^OOgSj'g  ]M5<I<0®I^- 


Old  Mother  Goose,  when 
She  wanted  to  wander, 

Would  ride  through  the  air 
On  a  very  fine  gander. 


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Old  King  Cole, 

Was  a  merry  old  soul, 
And  a  merry  old  soul  was  he, 

And  he  called  for  his  pipe, 

And  he  called  for  his  glass, 
And  he  called  for  his  fiddlers  three. 


And  every  fiddler  had  a  fine  fiddle, 
And  a  very  fine  fiddle  had  he  ; 
"Tweedle  dee,  tweedle  dee,"  said  the  fiddlers, 
"0,  there's  none  so  rare 
As  can  compare 
With  Old  King  Cole  and  his  fiddlers  three !  ' 


12 


Simple  Simon    met  a  pieman, 

Going  to  the  fair ; 
Says  Simple  Simon  to  the  pieman, 

"Let  me  taste  your  ware." 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Says  the  pieman  to  Simple  Simon, 
"  Show  me  first  your  penny." 

Says  Simple  Simon  to  the  pieman, 
"  Indeed,  I  have  not  any." 

Simple  Simon  went  a  fishing, 

For  to  catch  a  whale ; 
All  the  water  he  had  got 

Was  in  his  mother's  pail. 

Simple  Simon  went  to  look 

If  plums  grew  on  a  thistle ; 
He  pricked  his  fingers  very  much, 

Which  made  poor  Simon  whistle. 

— mj^^^b^^^h — 

Sally,  Sally  Waters,  why  are  you  so  sad  ? 
You  shall  have  a  husband,  either   good  or  bad  : 
Then  rise,   Sally  Waters,  and  sprinkle  your  pan, 
For  you  're  just  the  young  woman  to  get  a  nice 
man. 

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There  was  a  little  man,  and  he  had  a  little  gun, 
And  his  bullets  were  made  of  lead,  lead,  lead  : 
He  shot  David  Andrews  through  the  middle  of 

his  wig, 
And  knocked  it  right  off  his  head,  head,  head. 


15 


Girls  and  boys,  come  out  to  play ; 

The  moon  doth  shine  as  bright  as  day! 

Leave  your  supper,  leave  your  sleep, 

And  come  with  your  playfellows  into  the  street. 

Come  with  a  whoop,  come  with  a  call, 

Come  with  a  good  will  or  not  at  all! 

Up  the  ladder  and  down  the  wall ; 

A  half-penny  roll  will  serve  us  all. 

You  find  milk  and  I'll  find  flour, 

And  we'll  have  a  pudding  in  half  an  hour. 

is 


This  pig  went  to  market, 
This  pig  stayed  at  home; 
This  pig  had  roast  beef, 
This  pig  had  none ; 
This  pig  said,  Wee,  wee,  wee, 
I  can't  find  my  way  home ! 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Come,  butter,  come ; 

Come,  butter,  come ; 
Willie  stands  at  the  gate, 
Waiting  for  a  buttered  cake. 

Come,  butter,  come ! 

Come  when  you're  called.. 

Do  what  you're  bid. 
Shut  the  door  after  you. 

Never  be  chid. 


As  I  was  going  to  St.  Ives, 
I  met  a  man  with  seven  wives ! 
Every  wife  had  seven  sacks ; 
Every  sack  had  seven  cats; 
Every  cat  had  seven  kits. 
Kits,  cats,  sacks,  and  wives, 
How  many  were  there  going  to  St.  Ives  ? 

18 


Sing  a  song  of  sixpence, 
A  pocket  full  of  rye ; 

Four-and-twenty  blackbirds 
Baked  in  a  pie. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


When  the  pie  was  opened, 
The  birds  began  to  sing ; 

Was  not  that  a  dainty  dish 
To  set  before  the  king? 

The  king  was  in  the  parlor, 
Counting  out  his  money ; 

The  queen  was  in   the  kitchen, 
Eating  bread  and  honey ; 

The  maid  was  in  the  garden, 
Hanging  out  the  clothes ; 

There  came  a  little  blackbird 
And  nipped  off  her  nose. 

Jenny  was  so  mad, 

She  didn't  know  what  to  do ; 

She  put  her  ringer  in  her  ear, 

And  cracked  it  right  in  two. 
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Little  Jack  Horner  sat  in  the  corner, 

Eating  a  Christmas  pie; 
He  put  in  his  thumb,  and  he  took  out  a  plum, 

And  said,  "  What  a  good  boy  am  I ! " 


A,  B,  C,  tumble-down  D, 
The  cat's  in  the  cupboard,  and  she  can't  see. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Jack  Sprat  could  eat  no  fat, 

His  wife  could  eat  no  lean ; 
Betwixt  them  both  they  cleared  the  plate, 

And  licked  the  platter  clean. 


A  little  brown-sparrow  sat  on  a  pine  tree, 
Looking  as  happy  as  happy  could  be, 
Till  a  little  boy  came  by  with  his  bow  and  arrow : 
Says  he,  "I  will  shoot  the  little  brown-sparrow. 

"  His  body  will  make  me  a  nice  little  stew, 
And  his  giblets  will  make  me  a  little  pie,  too." 
Says  the  little  brown-sparrow,    "  I'll  be  shot  if  I 

stay !  " 
So  he  clapped  his  wings,  and  flew  away. 

22 


Little  boy  blue,  come,  blow  up  your  horn, 
The  sheep's  in  the  meadow,  the  cow's  in  the  corn ; 
Where's  the  little  boy  that  tends  the  sheep? 
He's  under  the  haycock  fast  asleep. 
Go  wake  him,  go  wake  him !    0  no,  not  I ; 
For  if  I  do  he  will  certainly  cry. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


As  I  was  going  to  sell  my  eggs, 
I  met  a  man  with  bandy  legs; 
Bandy  legs  and  crooked  toes, 
I  tripped  up  his  heels  and  he  fell  on 
his  nose. 


There  was  an  old  woman,  her  name  it  was  Peg ; 
Her  head  was  of  wood,  and  she  wore  a  cork  leg  ; 
The  neighbors  all  pitched  her  into  the  water,  — 
Her  leg  was  drowned  first,  and  her  head  followed 
after. 


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Little  Tommy  Tucker,  sing  for  your  supper. 
What  shall  I  sing?    White  bread  and  butter. 
How  shall  I  cut  it  without  any  knife  ? 
How  shall  I  marry  without  any  wife  ? 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


A  little  boy  went  into  a  barn, 
And  lay  down  on  some  hay; 

An  owl  came  out  and  flew  about, 
And  the  little  boy  —  ran  away. 


Here  comes  a  poor  woman  from  Babylon, 
With  three  small  children  all  alone ; 
One  can  brew,  and  one  can  bake, 
The  other  can  make  a  pretty  round  cake. 

One  can  sit  in  the  arbor  and  spin  ; 
Another  can  make  a  fine  bed  for  the  king ; 
Choose  the  one  and  leave  the  rest, 
And  take  the  one  you  love  the  best. 

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There  was  a  little  man, 
And  he  wooed  a  little  maid, 

And  he  said,  Little  maid,  will  you  wed,  wed,  wed  ? 
I  have  little  more  to  say 
Than  will  you,  yea  or  nay ; 

For  the  least  said  is  soonest  mended,  ded,  ded. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


fne  little  maid  replied, 

Some  say  a  little  sighed, 
But  what  shall  we  have  to  eat,  eat,  eat? 

Will  the  love  that  you're  so  rich  in, 

Make  the  fire  in  the  kitchen, 
Or  the  little  god  of  Love  turn  the  spit,  spit,  spit  ? 


Miss  Jane  had  a  bag,  and  a  mouse  was  in  it; 
She  opened  the  bag,  and  he  was  out  in  a  minute; 
The  cat  saw  him  jump,  and  run  under  the  table, 
And  the  dog  said,  Catch  him,  Puss,  if  you  are  able. 

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Hark,  hark,  hark, 

The  dogs  do  bark, 
The  beggars  are  coming  to  town, 

Some  in  rags. 

Some  in  jags, 
And  some  in  velvet  gowns. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Take  this  !     What's  this  ?     Hewley  pewley. 

Where's  my  share  ?     About  the  kite's  neck. 

Where's  the  kite  ?     Flown  to  the  wood. 

Where's  the  wood  ?     The  fire  has  burnt  it. 

Where's  the  fire  ?     The  water  has  quenched  it. 

Where's  the  water  ?     The  ox  has  drunk  it. 

Where's  the  ox  ?     The  butcher  has  killed  it. 

Where's  the  butcher  ?     The  rope  has  hanged  him. 

Where's  the  rope?     The  rat  has  gnawed  it. 

Where's  the  rat  ?     The  cat  has  killed  it. 

Where's  the  cat  ?  Behind  the  church  door,  cracking 
pebble-stones  and  marrow-bones  for  your  and 
my  supper,  and  the  one  who  speaks  first  shall 
have  a  box  on  the  ear. 

Lady  bird,  lady  bird,  fly  away  home, 
Thy  house  is  on  fire,  thy  children  all  gone  ! 
All  but  one,  and  her  name  is  Ann, 
And  she  crept  under  the  pudding  pan. 

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Little  Bo-peep  has  lost  her  sheep, 
And  can't  tell  where  to  find  them ; 

Leave  them  alone,  and  they'll  come  home, 
And  bring  their  tails  behind  them. 


Little  Bo-peep  fell  fast  asleep, 

And  dreamed  she  heard  them  bleating; 
But  when  she  awoke,  she  found  it  a  joke, 

For  they  were  still  a-fleeting. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE    MELODIES. 


Then  she  took  up  her  little  crook, 

Determined  for  to  find  them  ; 
She  found  them  indeed, 
But  it  made  her  heart  bleed, 

For  they'd  left  all  their  tails  behind  'em  ! 


There  was  an  old  man, 
And  he  had  a  calf; 

And  that's  half. 
He  took  him  out  of  the  stall, 
And  put  him  on  the  wall ; 

And  that's  all. 


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When  I  was  a  little  boy  I  lived  by  myself, 
And  all  the  bread  and  cheese  I  got  I  put  upon 

the  shelf; 
The  rats  and  the  mice  did  lead  me  such  a  life, 
I  was  forced  to  go  to  London  and  buy  me  a  wife ; 


S3 


MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


The  streets  were  so  broad,  and  the  lanes  were 
so  narrow, 

I  could  not  get  my  wife  home  without  a  wheel- 
barrow ; 

The  wheelbarrow  broke,  my  wife  got  a  fall, 

Down  tumbled  wheelbarrow,  wife  and  all. 


There  were  two  blind  men  went  to  see 

Two  cripples  run  a  race ; 
The  bull  did  light  the  bumble-bee, 

And  scratched  him  on  the  face. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Snail,  snail,  come  out  of  your  hole, 

Or  else  I  will  beat  you  as  black  as  a  coal. 


Hush-a-bye  baby, 

Daddy  is  near; 
Mammy's  a  lady, 

And  that's  very  clear. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Hush-a-bye  baby,  on  the  tree  top, 
When  the  wind  blows,  the  cradle  will  rock ; 
When  the  bough  bends,  the  cradle  will  fall ; 
Down  will  come  baby,  cradle  and  all ! 


Little  Poll  Parrot 
Sat  in  her  garret, 

Eating  toast  and  tea ; 
A  little  brown  mouse, 
Jumped  into  the  house, 

And  stole  it  all  away. 


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Bessy  Bell  and  Mary  Gray, 
They  were  two  bonny  lasses; 

They  built  a  house  upon  the  lea, 
And  covered  it  o'er  with  rushes. 

Bessy  kept  the  garden  gate, 
And  Mary  kept  the  pantry ; 

Bessy  always  had  to  wait, 
While  Mary  lived  in  plenty. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Pat  a  cake,  pat  a  cake,  baker's  man ; 
So  I  will,  master,  as  fast  as  I  can. 
Pick  it  and  pat  it,  and  mark  it  with  B, 
And  put  it  in  the  oven  for  Willie  and  me. 


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Three  wise  men  of  Gotham 
Went  to  sea  in  a  bowl, 
And  if  the  bowl  had  been  stronger 
My  song  had  been  longer. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Hey  diddle,  dinketty,  popety,  pet, 
The  merchants  of  London  they  wear  scarlet ; 
Silk  in  the  collar,  and  gold  in  the  hem, 
So  merrily  march  the  merchant  men. 

There  were  two  blackbirds 

Sitting  on  a  hill; 
One  was  named  Jack, 
The  other  named  Jill. 
Fly  away,  Jack ! 
Fly  away,  Jill ! 
Come  again,  Jack! 
Come  again,  Jill! 

Polly,  put  the  kettle  on, 

Polly,  put  the  kettle  on, 

Polly,  put  the  kettle  on, 

And  let's  drink  tea. 


Sukey,  take  it  off  again, 
Sukey,  take  it  off  again, 
Sukey,  take  it  off  again, 
They're  all  gone  away. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


A  little  old  man  of  Derby, 
And  how  do  you  think  he  served  me? 
He  took  away  my  bread  and  cheese, 
And  that  is  how  he  served  me. 


Blow,  wind,  blow  —  and  go,  mill,  go  — 
That  the  miller  may  grind  his  corn ; 

That  the  baker  may  take  it,  and  into  rolls 
make  it, 
And  bring  us  some  hot  in  the  morn. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


There  was  a  man,  and  he  had  nought, 

And  robbers  came  to  rob  him; 
He  crept  up  to  the  chimney-pot, 

And  then  they  thought  they  had  him. 
But  he  got  down  on  t'other  side, 

And  then  they  could  not  find  him  ; 
He  ran  fourteen  miles  in  fifteen  days, 

And  never  looked  behind  him. 

Old  Abram  Grimes  is  dead  and  gone! 

You'll  never  see  him  more ; 
He  used  to  wear  an  old  brown  coat 

That  buttoned  down  before. 


Cross  patch, 

Draw  the  latch, 
Sit  by  the  fire  and  spin. 
Take  a  cup,  and  drink  it  up ; 
Then  call  your  neighbors  in. 


Jack  and  Jill  went  up  the  hill, 
To  fetch  a  pail  of  water; 

Jack  fell  down,  and  broke  his  crown, 
And  Jill  came  tumbling  after. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


On  Christmas,  eve  I  turned  the  spit, 
I  burned  my  fingers,  I  feel  it  yet ; 
My  canary  flew  over  the  table ; 
And  the  pot  began  to  swallow  the  ladle. 

You  shall  have  an  apple, 

You  shall  have  a  plum ; 
You  shall  have  a  rattle-basket, 

When  your  dad  comes  home. 


Robbin  a-Robbin  bent  his  bow, 
He  shot  at  a  woodcock,  and  killed  a  doe. 
The  doe  cried  baa!  and  he  ran  away, 
Never  to  come  back  till  midsummer  dav. 


A  good  child,  a  good  child, 
As  I  suppose  you  be, 

Never  laughed  nor  smiled 
At  the  tickling  of  your  knee. 

44 


A  horse  and  cart 

Had  Billy   Smart, 
To  play  when  it  pleased  him. 

The  cart  he'd  load 

By  the  side  of  the  road, 
And  be  happy  if  no  one  teased  him, 


45 


I  had  a  little  hen,  the  prettiest  ever  seen ; 

She  washed  me  the  dishes,  and  kept  the  house  clean. 

She  went  to  the  mill  to  fetch  me  some  flour, 

She  brought  it  home  in  less  than  an  hour. 

She  baked  me  my  bread ;  she  brewed  me  my  ale ; 

She  sat  by  the  fire,  and  told  many  a  fine  tale. 


I  will  sing  you  a  song 
Of  the  days  that  are  long; 
Of  the  woodcock  and  sparrow, 

Of  the  little  dog  that  burnt  his  tail; 
And  he  shall  be  whipped  to-morrow. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE    MELODIES. 


Needles  and  pins,  needles  and  pins, 
When  a  man  marries  his  trouble  begins. 


There  was  an  old  woman  called  Nothing-at-all, 
Who  lived  in  a  dwelling  exceedingly  small ; 
A  man  stretched  his  mouth  to  its  utmost  extent, 
And  down  at  one  gulp  house  and  old  woman  went. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Higgleby,  piggleby,  my  black  hen, 
She  lays  eggs  for  gentlemen, 

Sometimes  nine  and  sometimes  ten ; 
Higgleby,  piggleby,  my  black  hen. 


I  had  a  little  dog,  and  his  name  was  Blue  Bell, 

I  gave  him  some  work,  and  he  did  it  very  well. 

I  sent  him  up  stairs  to  pick  up  a  pin, 

He  stepped  into  the  coal-scuttle  up  to  the  chin. 

I  sent  him  to  the  garden  to  pick  some  sage, 

He  tumbled  down,  and  fell  in  a  rage. 

I  sent  him  to  the  cellar  to  draw  a  pot  of  beer, 

He  came  up  again,  and  said  there  was  none  there. 


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Tom,  Tom,  the  piper's  son, 
Stole  a  pig  and  away  he  run  ! 
The  pig  was  eat,  and  Tom  was  beat, 
And  Tom  run  crying  down  the  street. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Doodledy,  doodledy,  doodledy,  dan, 
I'll  have  a  piper  to  be  my  good  man ; 
And  if  I  get  less  meat.  I  shall  get  game ; 
Doodledy,  doodledy,  doodledy,  dan. 


Hey  ding-a-ding,  what  shall  I  sing  — 
How  many  holes  in  a  skimmer? 

Four  and  twenty,  my  stomach  is  empty ; 
Pray,  mamma,  give  me  some  dinner. 


Sing  jigmijole,  the  pudding  bowl, 
The  table,  and  the  frame ; 

My  master  he  did  cudgel  me 
For  speaking  of  my  dame. 

Feedum,  fiddledum  fee, 
The  cat's  got  into  the  tree. 
Pussy,  come  down, 
Or  I'll  crack  your  crown, 
And  toss  you  into  the  sea. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


See,  saw,  Margery  Daw, 

Sold  her  bed,  and  lay  on  straw. 


The  man  in  the  moon 

Came  down  too  soon 
To  inquire  his  way  to  Norwich; 

He  went  by  the  South, 

And  burnt  his  mouth 
With  eating  cold  plum  porridge. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


The  little  black  dog  ran  round  the  house, 

And  set  the  bull  a-roaring, 
And  drove  the  monkey  in  the  boat, 

Who  set  the  oars  a-rowing, 
And  scared  the  cock  upon  the  rock, 

Who  cracked  his  throat  with  crowing. 


There  was  an  old  woman,  and  what  do  you  think  ? 
She  lived  upon  nothing  but  victuals  and  drink ! 
Victuals  and  drink  were  the  chief  of  her  diet ; 
And  yet  this  old  woman  could  never  be  quiet ! 


52 


I  had  a  little  hobby  horse, 

And  it  was  dapple  gray; 
Its  head  was  made  of  pea-straw, 

Its  tail  was  made  of  hay. 
I  sold  it  to  an  old  woman 

For  a  copper  groat; 
And  I'll  not  sing  my  song  again 

Without  a  new  coat. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Our  saucy  boy,   Dick, 
Had  a  nice  little  stick, 

Cut  from   a  hawthorn    tree ; 
And  with   this   pretty  stick 
He  thought  he  could  beat 

A  boy  much  bigger  than  he. 
Bat  the  boy  turned  quick, 
And  fetched  him  a  lick, 
Which   so   frightened   poor  Dick, 

That  without  more  delay, 

He  ran   quite  away, 
And  threw  aside  his  stick. 


To  market,  to  market,   to  buy  a  plum  bun 
Home  again,  home  again,   market  is  done. 

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Three  blind  mice,  see  how  they  run ! 
They  all  ran  after  the  farmer's  wife, 
Who  cut  off  their  tails  with  a  carving  knife ; 
Did  you  ever  see  such  a  sight  in  all  your  life  ? 

5C 


MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


Baby  and  I  were  baked  in  a  pie; 

The  gravy  was  wonderfully  hot. 
We  had  nothing  to  pay  the  baker  that  day, 

And  so  we  crept  out  of  the  pot. 

Peter  White  will  ne'er  go  right; 

And  do  you  know  why? 
He  follows  his  nose,  where'er  he  goes, 

And  that  stands  all  awry. 

Hannah  Bantry,  in  the  pantry, 

Eating  a  mutton  bone. 
How  she  gnawed  it,  how  she  clawed  it, 

When  she  found  she  was  alone ! 


The  Quaker's  wife  got  up  to  bake, 
Her  children  all  about  her; 

She  gave  them  every  one  a  cake ; 
And  the  miller  wants  his  moulter. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


There  was  a  fat  man  of  Bombay, 
Who  was  smoking  one  sunshiny  day, 

When  a  bird,  called  a  snipe, 

Flew  away  with  his  pipe, 
Which  vexed  the  fat  man  of  Bombay. 


There  was  an  old  woman  in  Surrey, 
Who  was  morn,  noon,  and  night  in  a  hurry ; 
Called  her  husband  a  fool, 
Drove  the  children  to  school, 
The  hurrying  old  woman  of  Surrey. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Pussy-cat,  pussy-cat,  with  a  white  foot, 
When  is  your  wadding  ?  for  I'll  come  to't ; 
The  beer's  to  brew,  the  bread's  to  bake; 
Pussy-cat,  pussy-cat,  don't  be  too  late! 


Little  Johnny  Pringle  had   a  little   pig ; 

It  was   not  very  little,   nor  was  it  very  big ; 

As  it  was  playing  beneath  the   shed, 

In  half  a  minute  poor  Piggie  was  dead  ! 

So  Johnny   Pringle  sat  down  and  cried, 
And  Betty  Pringle   she  laid  down  and  died ! 
This  is  the  history  of  one,   two,   and  three,  — 
Johnny  Pringle,  Betty  Pringle,  and  Piggie  Wiggie. 

58 


A  carrion  crow  sat  on  an  oak, 

Fol-de-riddle,  lol-de-riddle,  hi-ding-do, 

Watching  a  tailor  shaping  his  cloak ; 
Sing  heigh-ho,  the  carrion  crow, 
Fol-de-riddle,  lol-de-riddle,  hi-ding-do. 


Wife,  wife,  bring  me  my  bow, 

Fol-de-riddle,  lol-de-riddle,  hi-ding-do, 

That  I  may  shoot  yon  carrion  crow  ; 
Sing  heigh-ho,  the  carrion  crow, 
Fol-de-riddle,  lol-de-riddle,  hi-ding-do. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


The  tailor  he  shot,  and  missed  his  mark, 
Fol-de-riddle,  lol-de-riddle,  hi-ding-do  ; 

And  shot  his  own  pig  right  through  the  heart, 
Sing  heigh-ho,  the  carrion  crow, 
Fol-de-riddle,  lol-de-riddle,  hi-ding-do. 

Wife,  wife,  bring  brandy  in  a  spoon  ! 
Fol-de-riddle,  lol-de-riddle,  hi-ding-do, 

For  our  old  pig  is  in  a  swoon  ! 
Sing  heigh-ho,  the  carrion  crow, 
Fol-de-riddle,  lol-de-riddle,  hi-ding-do. 


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Handy  Spandy,  Jack-a-dandy, 
Loves  plum  cake  and  sugar  candy ; 
He  bought  some  at  a  candy  shop, 
And  out  he  came,  hop,  hop,  hop. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Robin  Hood,  Robin  Hood, 
Is  in  the  mickle  wood ! 
Little  John,  Little  John, 
He  to  the  town  is  gone! 
Robin  Hood,  Robin  Hood, 

Is  telling  his  beads, 
All  in  the  green  wood, 

Among  the  green  weeds. 
Little  John,  Little  John, 

If  he  comes  no  more, 
Robin  Hood,  Robin  Hood, 

He  will  fret  full  sore ! 


Poor  old  Robinson  Crusoe, 
Poor  old  Robinson  Crusoe, 

They  made  him  a  coat 

Of  an  old  nanny  goat. 
I  wonder  how  they  could  do  so  ? 

With  a  ring-a-ting-tang, 

And  a  ring-a-ting~tang. 
Poor  old  Robinson  Crusoe ! 

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One  misty,  inoisty  morning, 
When  cloudy  was  the  weather, 

I  chanced  to  meet  an  old  man 
Clothed  all  in  leather; 

He  began  to  compliment, 
And  I  began  to  grin,  — 
"How  do  you  do?"  and  "How  do  you  do?" 

And  "  How  do  you  do  again  ?  " 


— *s£^¥3&M51 


I  doubt,  I  doubt,  my  fire  is  out ; 

My  little  wife  isn't  at  home ; 
I'll  saddle  my  dog,  and  I'll  bridle  my  cat, 

And  I'll  go  fetch  my  little  wife  home. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


There  was  an  old  woman  lived  under  the  hill, 
And  if  she's  not  gone  she  lives  there  still ; 
Baked  apples  she  sold  and  cranberry  pies, 
And  she's  the  old  woman  who  never  told  lies. 


Over  the  water  and  over  the  sea, 
And  over  the  water  to  Willie, 

I'll  have  none  of  your  nasty  beef, 
Nor  I'll  have  none  of  your  barley  ; 

But  I'll  have  some  of  your  best  flour, 
To  make  a  white  cake  for  Willie. 


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Ding  dong  bell, 

Pussy 's  in  the  well ! 

Who  put  her  in  ? 

Little  Johnny  Green. 

Who  pulled  her  out  ? 

Big  Johnny  Stout. 
What  a  naughty  boy  was  that 
To  drown  poor  pussy  cat, 
Who  never  did  him  any  harm, 
But  killed  the  mice  in  his  father's  barn ! 


— H^Ss^SE^*©^ — 


Two  gray  kits,  and  the  gray  kits'  mother, 
All  went  over  the  bridge  together ; 
The  bridge  broke  down  :  they  all  fell  in. 
"  May  the  rats  go  with  you,"  says  Tom  Bolin. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Bless  you,  bless  you,  burnie  bee ; 
Say,  when  will  your  wTedding  be? 
If  it  be  to-morrow  day, 
Take  your  wings  and  fly  away. 


There  was  an  old  man   had   three  sons, 

Jeffery,  James,   and  Jack. 
Jeffery  was  hanged,  and  James  was  drowned, 
And  Jack  was  lost,  so  he  could  not  be  found. 
And  the   old   man   fell  into   a  swoon, 

For  want  of  a  cup  of  sack. 


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"  To  bed,  to  bed !  "  says  Sleepy-head ; 
"  Let's  stay  awhile/'  says  Slow ; 
"  Put  on  the  pot,"  says  Greedy-gut, 
"  We'll  sup  before  we  go." 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Little  King  Boggen,  he  built  a  fine  hall, 
Pie-crust  and  pastry -crust,  that  was  the  wall ; 
The  windows  were  made  of  black  puddings  and  white, 
And  slated  with  pancakes,  — you  ne'er  saw  the  like! 


Little  Dickey  Dilver 

Had  a  wife  of  silver ; 
He  took  a  stick  and  broke  her  back, 
And  threw  her  into  the  river ! 


MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 

Millery,  inillery,  dustipoll, 
How  many  sacks  have  you  stole  ? 
Four-and-twenty  and  a  peck  : 
Hang  the  miller  up  by  his  neck ! 


Robin  and  Richard  were  two  pretty  men, 
They  lay  in  bed  till  the  clock  struck  ten ; 
Then  up  starts  Robin,  and  looks  at  the  sky; 
0  ho,  brother  Richard,  the  sun's  very  high  ! 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Leg  over  leg, 
As  the  clog  went  to  Dover ; 

When  he  came  to  a  stile, 
Jump  he  went  over ! 


Hub-a-dub  dub, 

Three  men  in  a  tub ; 
And  who  do  you  think  they  be  ? 

The  butcher,  the  baker, 

The  candlestick  maker : 
They  all  jumped  out  of  a  rotten  potato. 


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I  had  a  little  pony, 

His  name  was  Dapple-gray; 
I  lent  him  to  a  lady, 

To  ride  a  mile  away. 


She  whipped  him,  she  slashed  him, 
She  rode  him  through  the  mire  ; 

I  would  not  lend  my  pony  now 
For  all  the  lady's  hire. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


A  cat  came  fiddling  out  of  a  barn, 
With  a  pair  of  bagpipes  under  her  arm ; 
She  could  sing  nothing  but  fiddle-de-dee, 
The  mouse  has  married  the  bumble-bee ; 
Pipe,  cat, — dance,  mouse, — 
We'll  have  a  wedding  at  our  good  house. 


Lazy  Tom,  with  jacket  blue, 
Stole  his  father's  gouty  shoe. 
The  worst  of  harm  that  dad  can  wish  him, 
Is  that  his  gouty  shoe  may  fit  him. 


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Little  Miss  Muffett 

She  sat  on  a  buffet, 
Eating  of  curds  and  whey; 

There  came  a  black  spider, 

And  sat  down  beside  her, 
Which  frightened  Miss  Muffett  away. 

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!     MOTHER    GOOSE    MELODIES. 

There  was  a  jolly  miller 
Lived  on  the  River  Dee; 

He  looked  upon  his  pillow, 
And  there  he  saw  a  flea. 
0  ho,  Mister  Flea  ! 

You  have  been  biting  me, 
And  you  must  die  ! 

So  he  cracked  his  bones 
Upon  the  stones, 

And  there  he  let  him  lie. 

— M5^ 

Hickery,  dickory,  dock, 
The  mouse  ran  up  the  clock ; 
The  clock  struck  one, 
The  mouse  ran  down ; 
Hickery,  dickory,  dock. 

Old  Sir  Simon  the  king; 

And  young  Sir  Simon  the  squire ; 
And  old  Mistress  Hickabout 
Kicked  Mistress  Kickabout 

Round  about  our  coal  tire. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE    MELODIES. 


Nellie,  my  sister,  and  I  fell  out. 

And  what  do  you  think  it  was  about? 

She  loved  coffee  and  I  loved  tea. 

And  that  was  the  reason  we  couldn't  agree. 


I'll  sing  you  a  song, 
Though  not  very  long, 

Yet  I  think  it's  as  pretty  as  any ; 
Put  your  hand  in  your  purse, 
You'll  never  be  worse, 

And  give  the   poor  singer  a  penny. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


Deedle,  deedle  dumpling,  my  son  John, 
He  went  to  bed  with   his  stockings  on ; 
One  stocking  off,   and  one  stocking  on, 
Deedle,  deedle  dumpling,   my  son  John. 


Ride,  baby,  ride! 

Pretty  baby  shall  ride, 
And  have  a  little  puppy-dog  tied  to  her  side, 
And  little  pussy-cat  tied  to  the  other, 
And  away  she  shall  ride  to  see  her  grandmother 

To  see  her  grandmother, 

To  see  her  grandmother. 


7<; 


"  Little  lad,  little  lad, 

Where  were  you  born  ?  " 
"  Far  off  in  Lancashire,  under  a  thorn 

Where  they  sup  buttermilk 

With  a  ram's  horn  ; 

And  a  pumpkin  scooped 

With  a  yellow  rim, 
Is  the  bonny  bowl  they  breakfast  in." 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


There  was  a  little  boy  and  a  little  girl, 
Who  lived  in  Beacon  Street ; 

Says  the  little  boy  to  the  little  girl, 
"  Your  name  is  Betsey  Fleet.'' 

Says  the  little  girl  to  the  little  boy, 
"  What  do  you  have  to  eat  ?  " 

Says  the  little  boy  to  the  little  girl, 
''  Nothing  but  pigs'  feet." 


Smiling  girls,  rosy  boys, 
Come  and  buy  our  little  toys. 
Monkeys  made  of  gingerbread, 
And  sugar  horses  painted  red. 


I  had  a  little  dog,  and  they  called  him  Buff; 
I  sent  him  to  the  shop  for  a  cent's  worth  of  snuff; 
But  he  lost  the  bag,  and  spilled  the  snuff, 
So  take  that  cuff,  and  that's  enough. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


The  cat  sat  asleep  by  the  side  of  the  fire ; 

The  mistress  snored  loud  as  a  pig ; 
Jack  took  up  his  fiddle  by  Jenny's  desire, 

And  struck  up  a  bit  of  a  jig. 

Old  Mistress  McShuttle 

1  jived  in  a  coal-scuttle, 
Along  with  her  clog  and  her  cat. 

What  they  ate,  I  can't  tell; 

But  'tis  known  very  well 
That  none  of  the  party  were  fat. 

One,  two,  buckle  my  shoe; 
Three,  four,  shut  the  door; 
Five,  six,  pick  up  sticks; 
Seven,  eight,  lay  them  straight; 
Nine,  ten,  a  good  fat  hen  ; 
Eleven,  twelve,  who  will  delve  ? 
Thirteen,  fourteen,  maids  a-courting; 
Fifteen,  sixteen,  maids  a-kissing; 
Seventeen,  eighteen,  maids  a-waiting; 
Nineteen,  twenty,  my  stomach's  empty. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


"  Little  girl,  little  girl,  where  have  you  been  ?  " 
"  Gathering  roses  to  give  to  the  queen." 

"Little  girl,  little  girl,  what  did  she  give  you  ? '' 
"  She  gave  me  a  diamond  as  big  as  my  shoe  ?  " 


Little  Jack  Jingle, 

He  used  to  live  single ; 
But  when  he  got  tired  of  this  kind  of  life, 
He  left  off  being  single,  and  lived  with  his  wife. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


Kitty,  the  spinner,  will  sit  down  to  dinner, 

And  eat  the  leg  of  a  frog. 
All  good  people  look  over  the  steeple, 

And  see  the  cat  play  with  the  dog. 


Peter,  Peter,  pumpkin-eater, 
Had  a  wife,  and  couldn't  keep  her; 
He  put  her  in  a  pumpkin-shell, 
And  there  he  kept  her  very  well. 

Peter,  Peter,  pumpkin-eater, 
Had  another,  and  didn't  love  her; 
Peter  learned  to  read  and  spell, 
And  then  he  loved  her  very  well. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 

Charley  loves  good  cake  and  ale, 
Charley  loves  good  candy  ; 

Charley  loves  to  kiss  the  girls, 
When  they  are  clean  and  handy. 


As  Tommy  Snooks  and  Betsey  Brooks 
Were  walking  out  one  Sunday, 

Says  Tommy  Snooks  to  Betsey  Brooks, 
"  To-morrow  will  be  Monday." 


Who  comes  here  ? 

A  grenadier. 
What  do  you  want  ? 

A  pot  of  beer. 
Where's  your  money? 

I've  forgot. 
Get  you  gone, 

You  drunken  sot! 


^53^.^ ■ 


The  man  in  the  moon  drinks  claret, 

But  he  is  a  dull  Jack-a-dandy. 
Would  he  know  a  sheep's  head  from  a  carrot, 

He  should  learn  to  drink  cider  and  brandy. 


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Robert  Barnes,  fellow  fine, 

Can  you  shoe  this  horse  of  mine  ? 

Yes,  good  sir,  that  I  can, 

As  well  as  any  other  man ; 

Here  a  nail,  there  a  prod, 

And  now,  good  sir,  your  horse  is  shod. 

85 


MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


High,  ding,  straps  of  leather, 
Two  little  puppy-dogs  tied  together ; 
One  by  the  head  and  one  by  the  tail : 
And  over  the  water  these  puppy-dogs  sail. 

Tweedle-dum  and  Tweedle-dee 

Resolved  to  have  a  battle ; 
For  Tweedle-dum  said  Tweedle-dee 

Had  spoiled  his  nice  new  rattle. 
Just  then  flew  by  a  monstrous  crow, 

As  big  as  a  tar  barrel, 
Which  frightened  both  the  heroes  so, 

They  quite  forgot  their  quarrel. 

Pease  porridge  hot, 

Pease  porridge  cold ; 
Pease  porridge  in  the  pot, 

Nine  days  old. 
Some  like  it  hot, 

Some  like  it  cold, 
Some  like  it  in  the  pot, 

Nine  days  old. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Bobby  Shafto's  gone  to  sea, 
With  silver  buckles  on  his  knee  ; 
When  he  comes  back  he'll  marry  me  ; 
Pretty  Bobby  Shafto. 


Bobby  Shafto's  fat  and  fair, 
Combing  down  his  yellow  hair; 
He's  my  love  forever  more,  — 
Pretty  Bobby  Shafto. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 

What  are  little  boys  made  of  —  made  of  ? 

What  are  little  boys  made  of? 

Snaps  and  snails,  and  puppy-dog's  tails; 
And  that's  what  little  boys  are  made  of — made  of. 

What  are  little  girls  made  of — made  of? 

Sugar  and  spice,  and  all  that's  nice ; 
And  that's  what  little  girls  are  made  of —  made  of. 


William  and  Mary,  George  and  Ann, 
Four  such  children  had  never  a  man  ; 
They  put  their  father  to  flight  and  shame, 
And  called  their  brother  a  shocking  bad  name. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


There  was  an  old  woman  of  Leeds, 
Who  spent  all  her  time  in  good  deeds ; 
She  worked  for  the  poor, 
Till  her  fingers  were  sore, 
This  pious  old  lady  of  Leeds. 


Doctor  Foster  went  to  Gloucester, 

In  a  shower  of  rain  ; 
He  stepped  into  a  puddle  up  to  his  middle. 

And  never  went  there  again. 


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*  MO  THER    G  0  OSE  MEL  ODIES. 


A  little  old  man  and  I  fell  out ; 
How  shall  we  bring  this  matter  about  ? 
Bring  it  about  as  well  as  you  can. 
Get  you  gone,  you  little  old  man ! 


Kock-a-bye  baby,  thy  cradle  is  green ; 

Father's  a  nobleman,  mother's  a  queen ; 
And  Betty's  a  lady,  and  wears  a  gold  ring; 
And  Johnny's  a  drummer,  and  drums  for  the  king 

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Hey  diddle  diddle,  the  cat  and  the  fiddle, 
The  cow  jumped  over  the  moon ; 

The  little  dog  laughed  to  see  such  sport, 
And  the  dish  ran  after  the  spoon. 

91 


MOTHER    (POO SB   MELODIES. 

Elsie  Marley  is  grown  so  fine, 
She  won't  get  up  to  serve  the  swine, 
But  lies  in  bed  till  eight  or  nine, 
And  surely  she  does  take  her  time. 


My  maid  Mary  she  minds  her  dairy, 

While  I  go  hoeing  and  mowing  each  morn ; 

Merrily  run  the  reel,  and  the  little  spinning-wheel, 
Whilst  I  am  singing,  and  mowing  my  corn. 

— M5^ 

0,  dear !  what  can  the  matter  be  ? 

Two  old  women  got  up  in  an  apple  tree ; 

One  came  down, 
And  the  other  staid  till  Saturday. 

What  is  the  news  of  the  day, 

Good  neighbor,  I  pray? 

They  say  the  balloon 
Has  gone  up  to  the  moon. 

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Baa  !  baa  !    black  sheep, 

Have  you  any  wool  ? 
Yes,  marry,  have  I, 

Three  bags  full : 
One  for  my  master, 

And  one  for  my  dame, 
But  none  for  the  little  boy 

Who  cries  in  the  lane. 


Tom  Brown's  two  little  Indian  boys. 

One  ran  away  ; 

The  other  wouldn't  stay. 
Tom  Brown's  two  little  Indian  boys. 


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There  was   a  man  in  our   town, 

And  he   was  wondrous  wise ; 
He  jumped   into  a  bramble-bush, 

And   scratched   out  both  his  eyes ; 
And   when  he   saw   his  eyes  were  out, 

With  all  his  might  and  main, 
He  jumped   into  another  bush, 

And  scratched  them  in   again. 


When  I  was  a  little  boy  I  washed  my  mammy's 

dishes, 
And  now  I  am  a  great  boy  I  roll  in  golden  riches. 

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Goosey,   goosey,   gander, 
Where  shall  I  wander  ? 
Up   stairs,   down   stairs, 
And  in   my  lady's  chamber; 
There  I  met  an  old  man, 
That  would   not  say  his  prayers ; 
I   took  him  by  the  left  leg, 
And  threw  him  down  stairs ! 

Eggs,   butter,   bread, 
Stick,   stock,   stone  dead ! 
Stick  him  up,   stick  him  down, 
Stick  him  in  the  old  man's  crown 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Shoe  the  horse  and  shoe  the  mare, 
But  let  the  little  colt  go  bare. 


Bobbin  the  Bobbin,  the  big-bellied  Ben, 
He  eat  more  meat  than  fourscore  men ; 
He  eat  a  cow,  he  eat  a  calf, 
He  eat  a  butcher  and  a  half ; 
He  eat  a  church,  he  eat  the  steeple, 
He  eat  the  priest,  and  all  the  people ; 
And  yet  he  complained  his  belly  was  not  full 


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There  was  an  old  woman  who  lived  in  a  shoe ; 
She  had  so  many  children  she  didn't  know  what 

to  do : 
She  gave  them  some  broth  without  any  bread ; 
She  whipped  them  all  soundly,  and  sent  them 
to  bed. 


97 


There  was  an  old  woman  tossed  up  in  a  basket, 
Seventy  times  as  high  as  the  moon ; 

Where  she  was  going,  I  couldn't  but  ask  it, 
For  in  her  hand  she  carried  a  broom. 

"  Old  woman,  old  woman,  old  woman,"  quoth  I, 
"  0  whither,  0  whither,  0  whither  so  high  ?  " 

"To  brush  the  cobwebs  off  the  sky  ! 
And  I  will  be  back  again  by  and  by." 


The  little  girl  in  the  lane,  that  couldn't  speak  plain, 
Cried,  "  Gobble,  gobble,  gobble  ;  " 

The  man  on  the  hill,  that  couldn't  stand  still, 
Went  hobble,  hobble,  hobble. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


As  I  went  over  the  water, 

The  water  went  over  me. 
I  saw  two  little  blackbirds 

Sitting  on  a  tree. 
The  one  called  me  a  rascal, 

The  other  called  me  a  thief; 
I  took  up  my  little  black  stick, 

And  knocked  out  all  their  teeth. 


Sing,  sing  !     What  shall  I  sing  ? 
The  cat's  run  away  with  the  pudding-bag  string. 
Do,  do  !     What  shall  I  do  ? 
The  cat  has  bit  it  quite  in  two. 


99 


MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


There  was  a  piper  had  a  cow, 
And  he'd  no  hay   to  give  her ; 

He  took  his   pipe  and  played  a  time, 
"  Consider,   cow,   consider." 

The  cow  considered  very  well, 
For  she  gave  the  piper  a  penny, 

That  he  might  play  the  tune  again, 
Of  "  Corn   rigs  are  bonnie." 


As  I  went  to  Bonner, 
I  met  a  pig, 
Without  a  wig, 

Upon  my  word  and  honor. 

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A-milking,  a-milking,  my  maid : 
Cow,  take  care  of  your  heels,  she  said ; 
And  you  shall  have  some  nice  new  hay, 
If  you'll  quietly  let  me  milk  away. 

LOT 


MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Little  Robin  Redbreast 

Sat  upon  a  rail ; 
Niddle  noddle  went  his  head  ; 

Niggle  naggle  went  his  tail. 


As  I  was  going  o'er  yon  moor  of  moss, 

I  met  a  man  on  a  gray  horse ; 

He  whipped  and  he   waled. 

I  asked  him  what  he  ail'd  ? 

He  said  he  was  going  to  his  father's  funeral, 

Who  d?/ed  seven  years  before  he  was  born  ! 


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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


Milkman,  milkman,  where  have  you  been  ? 
In  Buttermilk  Channel,   up  to  my  chin. 
I   spilt  my   milk,   and   I   spoilt  my  clothes, 
And  got  a  long  icicle  hung  to  my  nose. 


Taffy  was  a  Welshman,  Taffy  was  a  thief, 
Taffy  came  to  my  house  and  stole  a  piece  of  beef ; 
I  went  to  Taffy's  house,  Taffy  wan't  at  home ; 
Taffy  came  to  my  house  and  stole  a  marrow  bone. 
I  went  to  Taffy's  house,  Taffy  was  in  bed  ; 
I  took  the  marrow  bone,  and  beat  about  his  head. 

10?' 


MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Tommy  Trot,  a  man  of  law, 
Sold  his  bed  and  lay  upon  straw ; 
Sold  the  straw  and  slept  on  grass, 
To  buy  his  wife  a  looking-glass. 


Up  in  the  green  orchard  there  is  a  green  tree, 
The  finest  of  pippins  that  ever  you  see ; 

The  apples  are  ripe  and  ready  to  fall, 

And  Willie  and  Arthur  shall  gather  them  all. 


104 


Some  little  mice  sat  in  a  barn  to  spin ; 
Pussy  came  by,  and  popped  her  head  in : 
"Shall  I  come  in,  and  cut  your  threads  off?" 
"0,  no,  kind  sir,  you  will  snap  our  heads  off!  " 

105 


Pussy  sits  beside  the  tire.     How  can  she  be  fair? 
In  walks  a  little  doggy:  "Pussy,  are  you  there? 

So,  so,  dear  Mistress  Pussy, 

Pray  tell  me  how  you  do?  " 

"Thank  you,  thank  you,  little  dog, 

I'm  very  well  just  now." 


A  pretty  little  girl,  in  a  round-eared  cap, 
I  met  in  the  streets  t'other  day. 
She  gave  me  such  a  thump 
That  my  heart  it  went  bump,  — 
I  thought  I  should  have  fainted  away, 
I  thought  I  should  have  fainted  away. 


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To  market,  to  market,  to  buy  a  fat  pig ; 
Home  again,  home  again,  jiggety  jig. 
To  market,  to  market  to  buy  a  fat  hog ; 
Home  again,  home  again,  jiggety  jog. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Ho  !  Master  Teague,  what  is  your  story  ? 
I  went  to  the  wood,  and  killed  a  Tory  ; 
I  went  to  the  wood,  and  killed  another : 
Was  it  the  same,  or  was  it  his  brother  ? 
I  hunted  him  in,  and  I  hunted  him  out, 
Three  times  through  the  bog,  about  and  about ; 
When  out  of  a  bush  I  saw  his  head, 
So  I  fired  my  gun,  and  I  shot  him  dead. 


Little  Dick  he  was  so  quick, 
He  tumbled  over  a  timber  stick. 
He  bent  his  bow  to  shoot  a  crow, 
But  shot  poor  puss  in  the  window. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Jack  in  the  pulpit,  out  and  in, 
Sold  his  wife  for  a  minikin  pin. 


There  was  an  old  woman  sat  spinning, 
And  that's  the  first  beginning. 

She  had   a  calf, 

And  that's  half; 
She  took  it  by  the  tail, 
And  threw  it  over  the  wall, 

And  that's  all. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Three  children  sliding  on  the  ice 

Upon  a  summer's  day. 
As  it  fell  out,  they  all  fell  in ; 

The  rest  they  ran  away. 
Now,  had  these  children  been  at  home, 

Or  sliding  on  dry  ground, 
Ten  thousand  pounds  to  one  penny, 

They  had  not  all  been  drowned. 


Four  and  twenty  tailors  went  to  kill  a  snail ; 
The  best  man  among  them  durst  not  touch  her  tail; 
She  put  out  her  horns  like  a  little  Kyloe  cow. 
Run,  tailors,  run,  or  she'll  kill  you  all  e'en  now ! 


no 


There  was  a  crooked  man,  and  he  went  a  crooked 

mile, 
He  found  a  crooked  sixpence  against  a  crooked  stile ; 
He  bought  a  crooked  cat,  which  caught  a  crooked 

mouse, 
And  they  all  lived  together  in  a  little  crooked  house. 


3r#-^<M 


We're  all  in  the  dumps, 

For  diamonds  are  trumps  ; 
The  kittens  are  gone  to  St.  Paul's  ! 

The  babies  are  bit, 

The  moon's  in  a  fit, 
And  the  houses  are  built  without  walls. 


in 


Humpty  Dumpty  sat  on  a  wall, 
Humpty  Dumpty  had  a  great  fall; 
Threescore  men,  and  threescore  more, 
Can't  place  Humpty  Dumpty  as  he  was  before. 


— Hl^ — 


Little  Robin  Redbreast  sat  upon  a  tree, 
Up  went  a  Pussy-cat,  and  down  went  he  ; 
Down  came  the  Pussy-cat,  away  Robin  ran : 
Says  little  Robin  Redbreast,  "Catch  me  if  you  can." 
Little  Robin  Redbreast  jumped  upon  the  wall, 
Pussy-cat  jumped  after  him,  and  got  a  nice  fall ; 
Little  Robin  chirped  and  sang,  and  what  did  Pussy 

sav? 
Pussy-cat  said,  "  Mew,  mew,"  and  Robin  flew  away. 


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Little  Polly  Flinders 

Sat  among  the  cinders, 
Warming  her  pretty  little  toes! 

Her  mother  came  and  caught  her, 

And  whipped  her  little  daughter, 
For  spoiling  her  nice  new  clothes. 

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MOTHER    GOOSE    MELODIES. 


Away,  birds,  away  ; 

Take  a  little,  leave  a  little, 

And  do  not  come  again ; 

For  if  you  do, 
I  will  shoot  you  through ! 
That  will  be  the  end  of  you. 


Little  Tommy  Tittlemouse 
Lived  in  a  little  house ; 
He  caught  fishes 
In  other  men's  ditches. 

U4 


MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


Birds  of  a  feather  flock  together, 
And  so  will  pigs  and  swine ; 

Eats  and  mice  will  have  their  choice, 
And  so  will  I  have  mine. 


See,  see !    What  shall  we  see  ? 
Little  Jackey  shall  have  a  new  master ; 
Little  Jackey  shall  have  but  a  penny  a  day, 
Because  he  can't  work  any  faster. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


A  duck  and  a  drake, 

A  nice  barley  cake, 
With  a  penny  to  pay  the  old  baker ; 

A  hop  and  a  scotch 

Is  another  notch  ; 
Slitherum,  slatherum,  take  her. 


Punch  and  Judy  fought  for  a  pie, 
Punch  gave  Judy  a  sad  blow  on  the  eye. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


Awake,   arise,  pull  out  your  eyes, 

And  hear  what  time  of  day ; 
And  when  you  have  done,  pull  out  your  tongue, 

And  see  what  you  can  say. 


Doodle,  doodle,   doo, 

The  princess  has  lost  her  shoe ! 

Her  highness  hopped. 

The  fiddler  stopped, 
Not  knowing  what  to  do. 


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MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


*.     Pit-pat,  well-a-day ! 
Little  Robin  flew  away. 
Where  can  little  Robin  be? 
Gone  into  the  cherry  tree. 

Doctor  Faustus  was  a  good  man, 

He  whipped  his  scholars  now  and  then. 

When  he  whipped  them,  he  made  them  dance 

Out  of  Scotland  into  France, 

Out  of  France  into  Spain  ; 

And  then  he  whipped  them  back  again ! 


Ding,  dong,  d arrow, 
The  cat  and  the  sparrow. 
The  little  dog  has  burned  his  tail, 
And  he  shall  be  hanged  to-morrow. 


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As  I  was  going  up  the  hill, 

I  met  with  Jack  the  piper, 
And  all  the  tune  that  he  could  play, 

Was,  "  Tie  up  your  petticoats  tighter." 


I  tied  them  once,  I  tied  them  twice, 
I  tied  them  three  times  over ; 

And  all  the  song  that  he  could  sing 
Was,  "  Carry  me  safe  to  Dover." 


119 


Ride  a  cock-horse  to  Banbury  Cross, 
To  see  an  old  lady  upon  a  white  horse ; 
Rings  on  her  ringers,  and  bells  on  her  toes, 
She  will  make  music  wherever  she  goes. 


— NS=^£S*#«©SM — 


Little  Tommy  Grace 
Had  a  pain  in  his  face, 
So  bad  that  he  could  not  learn  a  letter, 
When  in  came  Dickey  Long, 
Singing  such  a  funny  song. 
Tommy  laughed,  and  found  his  face  much  better. 


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Bonny  lass !   bonny  lass !    will  you  be  mine  ? 
You  shall  neither  wash  dishes  nor  serve  the  wine, 
But  sit  on  a  cushion,  and  sew  up  a  seam ; 
And  you  shall  have  strawberries,  sugar,  and  cream. 


121 


There   was   a   mad   man, 

And   he   had  a   mad   wife, 

And  they  lived  in  a  mad  lane  J 

They  had  three  children  all  at  a  birth, 

And  they  too  were  mad  every  one! 

The   father   was   mad, 

The   mother  was   mad, 
The   children   all   mad   beside ! 
And   upon   a   mad   horse   they   all   of  them    got. 
And   madly   away  did   ride ! 


122 


MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


The  King  of  France  went  up  the  hill 

With  twenty  thousand  men  ; 
The  King  of  France  came  down  the  hill, 

And  ne'er  went  up  again. 


Mary,  Mary,  quite  contrary, 
How  does  your  garden  grow? 

Silver  bells,  and  cockle  shells, 
And  pretty  maids  all  in  a  row. 


123 


MOTHER    GOOSE  MELODIES. 


Bye,    baby   bunting, 
Daddy's   gone   a   hunting, 
To   get   a  little   rabbit's   skin 
To   wrap   the   baby   bunting   in 


Once  in  my  life  I  married  a  wife, 

And  where  do  you   think   I   found   her  ? 
On  Gretna  Green,    in   a  velvet  sheen, 

And  I  took   up  a  stick  to  pound  her. 
She  jumped  over  a  barberry-bush, 

And  I  jumped  over  a  timber ; 
I  showed  her  a  gay  gold  ring, 

And  she  showed  me  her  finger! 

124 


MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


0,  the  little  rusty,  dusty,  rusty  miller! 

I'll  not  change  my  wife  for  either  gold  or  siller. 


Pussy-cat,  Pussy-cat,  where  have  you  been? 
Iv'e  been  to  London  to  see  the  Queen. 
Pussy-cat,  Pussy-cat,  what  did  you  there  ? 
I  frightened  a  little  mouse  under  the  chair. 

125 


MOTHER    GOOSE   MELODIES. 


Little  Betty  Blue 

Lost  her  Sunday  shoe. 
What  can  little  Betty  do? 

Give  her  another, 

To  match  the  other, 
And  then  she  may  walk  in  two  ! 


Pussy  cat  eat  the  dumplings,  the  dumplings ; 
Pussy  cat  eat  the  dumplings. 

Mamma  stood  by, 

And  cried,  Oh,  fie  ! 
Why  did  you  eat  the  dumplings? 


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HE  Mother  Goose  Melodies  can  be  illustrated  by  pan- 
tomime and  tableaux  in  a  manner  interesting  to  old  and 
young.  This  can  be  made  quite  effective  for  an  even- 
entertainment,  particularly  where  there  are  parlors  with 
folding  doors,  by  erecting  a  platform  in  the  back  parlor,  and 
fastening  a  curtain  to  standards  at  the  back  of  the  platform, 
thus  affording  a  dressing-room  behind  the  scenes  for  the  actors. 
Several  small  evergreen  trees,  inserted  into  blocks  of  wood 
covered  with  green  cambric,  and  placed  irregularly  in  the  back- 
ground, give  a  pleasant  rural  appearance  to  it,  and  can  be 
retained  through  all  the  scenes. 

The  person  who  represents  Mother  Goose  should  be  able  to 
sing,  and  should  have  a  piano  accompaniment,  the  piano  and 
player  being  placed  somewhere  out  of  sight  of  the  audience. 
The  old  lady  wears  a  short  red  skirt,  with  high-colored,  large- 
figured  overdress,  looped  up  all  around,  a  long-pointed  bodice, 
short  flowing  sleeves,  striped  stockings,  low  pointed  slippers 
with  high  heels,  a  white  cap  with  broad  frill,  over  this  a  black 
hat  running  to  a  point  about  a  foot  high,  with  a  large  buckle  in 
front,  a  small  round  black  cape  over  one  shoulder.  She  carries 
a  cane  and  wears  glasses. 

Everything  being  ready,  a  little  bell  rings  behind  the  scenes, 

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and  as  the  doors  unfold,  or  curtain  rises,  Mother  Goose  is  seen 
hobbling  in,  repeating,  — 

"  Ring  the  bell  and  raise  the  curtain  ; 
I'm  Mother  Goose,  and  that  is  certain." 

She  then  advances  to  the  front  and  repeats  her  prologue :  — 

You'd  scarce   expect  one  of  my  age 
To  speak  in  public  on  the  stage ; 
But  I'm  the   children's  laureate  poet, 
And  hope  my  years  will  ne'er  outgrow  it. 
I  trust,  dear  friends,  you  remember  me, 
The  jolly  friend  of  your  infancy, 
I've  rocked  your  cradle  times  without  number ; 
My  "Lullaby,  Baby,"  soothed  you  to  slumber; 
"  Patty  cake,  patty  cake,"  taught  you  to  frolic, 
And  "  High-diddle-diddle  "  charmed  away  colic, 
I've  held  you  all  in  my  wide-spread  arms, 
And  cheered  you  by  the  many  charms 
Of  song  and  story,  which  I've  related, 
And  time  has  never  antiquated. 
The  little  pet  with  unsoiled  feet 
All  rose  and  dimpled,  soft  and  sweet, 
The  wasted  child  of  want  and  woe, 
All  loved  my  music  long  ago ; 
And  just  as  fresh  and  new  to-day 
Is  "  Little  Boy  Blue  "  asleep  in  the  hay  ; 
Or  "Jacky  Horner,"  or  "Tommy  Tucker,'-' 
Like  any  boy  who  wants  his  supper. 
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And  generations  yet  unborn 

Will  greet  me  in  their  early  morn ; 

I'll  sing  to  them  the  self-same  lays 

I  sang  to  you  in  earlier  days. 

And  now,  before  I  mount  my  gander, 

Through  many  distant  lands  to  wander, 

I  place  my  subjects  on  the  stage, 

Which  Uncle  Willis  makes  the  rage, 

And  show  to  you  in  pantomime 

Those  scenes  which  please  in  every  clime. 

Such  proofs  they  are  t'will  be  no  use 

To  pretend  not  to  recognize  me  —  Mother  Goose. 

The  doors  immediately  close,  and  preparations  are  made  as 
quick  as  possible  for  the  first  tableau,  which  may  be  Mistress 
Mary.  Upon  the  shrubbery  at  the  back  of  the  platform  can  be 
fastened  quickly,  by  wires,  paper  roses  and  little  bells.  Ranged 
in  front  of  the  shrubbery  .stand,  in  graceful  postures,  six  or 
eight  young  girls,  in  short  white  dresses,  with  different  colored 
trimmings  —  one  with  a  scarlet  bodice  and  sash,  another  with 
green,  then  blue,  purple,  yellow,  and  pink,  each  with  high-heeled 
slippers,  trimmed  with  large  paper  rosettes  the  color  of  the  dress 
trimmings.  In  front  of  these,  stands  another  young  girl  dressed 
in  white,  with  scarlet  or  green  over-skirt,  a  little  straw  hat 
trimmed  with  roses,  upon  one  side  of  her  head.  Shells  of  all  de- 
scriptions are  placed  in  sight  upon  the  platform.  As  the  doors 
open,  Mother  Goose  is  seen  standing  at  the  right  of  the  figures, 
singing  the  words  "Mistress  Mary,"  &c.  At  the  third  line 
little  bells  are  heard  tinkling  in  the  distance,  and  all  the  young 

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girls  nod  their  heads.     As  the  singing  ceases,  the  doors  imme- 
diately close. 

The  roses;  bells,  and  shells  having  been  hastily  taken  away, 
we  will  prepare  for  "  Ding-dong-bell,"  by  placing  in  the  centre 
of  the  stage  a  small  well,  made  in  this  simple  manner.  Take 
the  small  end  off  from  a  high  dry  goods  box,  set  it  on  the  other 
end,  then  make  a  frame  of  two  upright  pieces  of  wood  fastened 
to  opposite  sides  of  the  box  and  joined  by  a  cross-piece  at  the 
top,  around  which  coil  a  rope  attached  to  a  bucket  in  the  box  or 
well.  Three  or  four  small  children,  with  sorrowful  faces,  should 
stand  around  this  well,  one  conspicuous  as  Little  Johnny  Green, 
peering  over  the  side.  At  a  little  distance  a  large  boy  (artifi- 
cially large)  is  seen  fishing  with  a  rod  from  the  side  of  the  stage. 
As  Ding-dong-bell  is  sung,  three  heavy  strokes  of  a  bell  should 
be  heard  in  the  distance.  At  "  who  took  her  out  ?  "  the  large  boy 
drops  his  rod,  hastens  to  the  well,  takes  hold  of  the  rope,  and  draws 
up  the  bucket,  in  which  appears  a  stuiFed  cat,  at  sight  of  which 
the  children's  faces  light  up,  they  laugh  and  clap  their  hands 
over  their  recovered  favorite,  and  the  curtain  closes  amid  the 
general  glee. 

"  FOUR-AND-TWENTY    BLACKBIRDS    BAKED    IN   A    PlE." 

This  play  is  in  two  scenes.  The  pie  can  be  made  by  taking 
a  large  earthen  dish,  and  covering  it  with  tough  pastry,  and 
baking  it.  Common  stuffed  blackbirds,  or  the  semblance  of  them, 
cut  out  of  black  cloth  and  wired,  are  then  fastened  to  the  top  of 
the  pastry  with  hair  pins,  the  largest  birds  in  the  centre.  A 
cover  of  any  kind  is  placed  over  this,  and  it  is  put  upon  a  amall 

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table  in  the  centre  of  the  stage,  at  which  are  seated  the  king  and 
queen  —  the  former  in  some  military  costume,  with  sword,  wig, 
and  crown  ;  the  queen  in  a  rich-colored  dress  trimmed  with 
ermine,  and  ermine  mantle  —  this  can  be  simply  and  easily  made 
by  painting  black  spots  upon  cotton  flannel  to  look  like  ermine, 
—  a  broad  frill  around  her  neck,  a  necklace  of  pearl  beads,  also 
a  small  crown  made  of  gilt  paper.  A  servant  stands  behind  each 
chair,  and  at  the  proper  time,  "  when  the  pie  is  opened,"  one  of 
them  raises  the  cover,  the  birds  instantly  begin  to  sing  by  means 
of  quill  whistles  blown  in  water  behind  the  scenes.  The  king 
and  queen  start  up  in  surprise,  and  at  the  end  of  that  verse  the 
curtain  drops. 

As  quick  as  possible  it  rises  again  for  the  next  scene,  where 
the  king  is  seen  "  counting  out  his  money  "  at  the  table  ;  "  the 
queen,"  in  a  common  wooden  chair,  her  feet  upon  a  cricket  at 
one  corner  of  the  stage,  "  is  eating  bread  and  honey  "  from  a 
saucer  in  her  hand ;  and  back  among  the  shrubbery  is  a  girl 
dressed  like  a  washerwoman  hanging  a  line  from  tree  to  tree, 
shaking  out  clothes  and  hanging  them  upon  the  line.  Just  as 
the  old  lady  sings  the  word  "  Nose,"  the  curtain  drops. 

"  Bonny  Lass,  Bonny  Lass." 

This  is  very  simple.  A  young  lady  is  seen  seated  in  a  chair 
sewing  up  a  seam,  while  a  young  gentleman  kneels  at  her  feet 
or  bends  over  her  in  a  very  beseeching  manner.  At  the  begin- 
ning of  the  last  line,  a  servnrt  enters  upon  the  stage  and  offers 
the  lady  strawberries,  sugar,  and  cream,  which  he  has  upon  a 
tray.     She  looks  assent  as  the  scene  ends. 

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"  Old  Man  in  Leather." 
This  must  be  as  comical  as  the  actors  can  make  it.  The  old 
man  must  be  clothed  in  common  skins,  such  as  he  can  get  at  a 
shoemaker's.  These  skins,  without  being  cut,  are  tied  around  his 
body  and  limbs.  He  wears  an  old  hat,  carries  a  cane,  and  is 
very  feeble.  The  old  woman  appears  in  the  oldest  old  woman's 
costume  she  can  procure.  As  the  music  proceeds  they  advance 
slowly  towards  each  other  from  opposite  sides  of  the  stage,  look- 
ing very  much  pleased,  and  shake  hands  until  the  song  is 
through. 

"  Little  Bo-peep." 

Throw  a  piece  of  green  cloth  over  a  pile  of  cushions,  to  form 
a  little  elevation  upon  the  stage,  and  strew  pieces  of  evergreen 
all  around.  Little  Bo-peep  ■ —  a  little  girl  dressed  in  short  blue 
skirt  and  white  waist,  long  light  hair  and  hat  trimmed  with  roses 
—  reclines  partly  on  this  elevation,  sleeping ;  her  crook  by  her 
side,  her  sheep  feeding  in  the  distance.  The  appearance  of 
sheep  can  be  easily  produced  by  drawing  a  piece  of  white  cloth, 
about  a  yard  square,  over  a  wooden  frame.  Upon  this,  sketch  in 
charcoal  a  flock  of  sheep,  and  set  the  frame  in  among  the  shrub- 
bery, so  that  the  frame  cannot  be  seen,  only  the  white  of  the 
sheep.  At  the  proper  time  in  the  song,  Bo-peep  rises,  rubs  her 
eyes,  then  shades  them  from  the  light  with  her  hand.  As  soon 
as  she  discovers  them  and  goes  towards  them,  the  doors  close. 

"  Simple  Simon." 
This  play  is  very  good  as  the  closing  one,  because  it  brings  in 
all  the  figures.     A  country  fair  is  represented,  at  which  is  seen, 

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on  one  side  of  the  stage,  an  old  woman  telling  the  fortune  of  a 
young  girl,  and  very  near  them  an  organ-grinder  with  a  little 
girl  and  tambourine.  If  a  tambourine  cannot  be  procured,  some- 
thing to  have  the  same  effect  can  be  easily  improvised.  The 
organ  can  be  made  of  a  box  with  green  cloth  cover  and  handle. 
They  simply  go  through  the  motions  of  performers,  without  any 
sound.  On  the  other  side  of  the  stage,  boys  dressed  something 
like  Zouaves,  with  Turkish  trousers,  and  caps  with  long  tassels, 
act  the  part  of  jugglers  ;  some  seated  on  the  ground  balancing 
poles,  others  standing  and  tossing  up  balls.  In  the  midst  of  these 
groups  is  the  Pie-man,  with  long  white  apron,  and  a  tray  of  pies 
hung  round  his  neck.  These  pies  can  be  made  of  stiff  brown 
paper.  Simple  Simon  must  look  and  appear  as  much  like  an  idiot 
as  possible.  And  as  "  Indeed,  I  have  not  any,"  is  sung,  he  snatches 
a  pie  and  runs ;  the  pie-man  attempts  to  catch  him,  causing  gen- 
eral confusion ;   and  the  scene  ends. 

Great  attention  should  be  paid  to  lighting  up  these  scenes 
properly.     Foot-lights  are  necessary. 

There  are  many  other  ways  of  delineating  Mother  Goose's 
Melodies  in  an  attractive  manner.  The  old  dame  calls  up  the 
characters  which  she  has  entertained  us  with  so  long  in  song 
and  story,  and  they  appear  before  her. 

Erect  a  stage  as  for  tableaux.  On  one  side,  towards  the  front 
of  it,  place  a  small  hay- stack.  In  the  centre  of  the  stage  must 
be  a  large,  old-fashioned  chair  for  Mother  Goose.  She  should  be 
dressed  much  like  the  picture  on  the  cover  of  this  book,  with  an 
open  book  in  her  lap,  and  a  cane.     In  obedience  to  a  tap  upon 

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the  floor  with  her  cane,  Jacky  Horner  appears  upon  the  stage, 
his  pie  in  his  hand.  He  repeats  the  story  of  Jacky  Horner  in  a 
pompous  manner,  takes  the  plum  from  his  pie,  and  then  retires 
to  the  back  or  side  of  the  stage,  and  remains  motionless  until  the 
close  of  the  performance.  Another  tap  of  the  cane  brings  up 
Jack  Sprat  and  his  wife,  with  an  empty  dish  between  them. 
They  relate  their  history,  and  pass  also  to  the  back  of  the  stage. 
Another  call  brings  up  Little  Boy  Blue  from  behind  the  hay- 
stack ;  he  comes  blowing  his  horn,  and  telling  his  tale,  and  passes 
on  like  the  others.  Then  comes  Old  King  Cole  with  his  fiddlers 
three,  the  king  in  crown  and  suitable  costume.  These  figures  all 
come  with  their  fiddles,  and  either  sing  —  which  is  desirable  — 
or  repeat,  in  a  sing-song  manner,  their  song  of  Old  King  Cole, 
going  through  the  motions  of  performing  on  their  instruments. 
If  they  can  sing,  all  the  figures  on  the  stage  can  join  with  them. 
Consequently  this  should  come  in  near  the  last  of  the  perform- 
ance. The  Old  Woman  of  Babylon  comes  with  her  children, 
dressed  in  quaint,  ragged  costume.  The  Bonny  Lass  and  her 
Lover,  and  so  on,  according  to  the  patience  of  the  delineator. 
These  characters,  after  performing  their  parts,  as  they  retire  to 
the  back  or  side  of  the  stage,  must  so  arrange  themselves  at  the 
time  as  to  form  a  fine  tableau  at  the  close.  Then  all  sing  to- 
gether, "  Should  auld  acquaintance,"  &c,  which  closes  the  affair. 
A  Mother  Goose  party  is  very  amusing,  where  each  person 
selects  a  character  from  the  book  to  personate,  and  carries  out 
the  spirit  of  it  as  much  as  possible  —  Little  Miss  Muffit,  timid  and 
frightened  at  everything,  and  so  on.  These  hints  can  be  greatly 
enlarged  and  improved  upon,  according  to  the  taste  of  thp 
actors. 

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SING    A    SONG    OF    SIXPENCE.         139 
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